"You know a guy. Named Thor. Who is actually a god. From outer space. With a giant magic hammer. Like the one in the myths?" He's not even gonna touch the whole Fabio hair or muscles description. It's not that he doubt Clint, exactly. He's heard some weird fucking stories from his fellow captives. But this actually might take the cake on unbelievability. Ned had been fond of all kind of mythology when he was at boarding school, so he's not unfamiliar with the names, but the whole alien angle is a new twist. Then again it's a scientific explanation for religion, and he's always been rather fond of those.

"I don't know what that means, 'on ice'." Gradually, the two of them are getting closer to the house, but Clint isn't going to be off the hook when they get there. Clearly he needs a bit of supervision (and, whether he likes it or not, nurturing). He might not be able to speed up Clint's healing, but he can at least make sure that he's well cared-for in the meantime. Part of that job is making sure he doesn't go batty with boredom, locked up in his attic. Ned just assumes the man he's talking about must be an old man, in his 80s or 90s.